Old age brings losses. The first (in 1983) was of the sight of my left eye – the one I used to look through the viewfinder. Luckily, I didn’t have too much trouble switching to the right one. The second loss (eleven years later) was a heart attack that left me somewhat disabled, like a 4 cylinder car having to run on 2 cylinders. I only mention these accidents in order to say that they were compensated – kind of – by the availability of Photoshop. It was like being allowed to start on a new trip, with a new car, on a new highway – or at least that’s how I would describe my experiments with digital composition (though I must confess that some of my friends disapproved them…). My following project on Romanesque sculpture was more conventional, at least technically. And my photo-diary of the last year of the millennium was an altogether different game – and a different kind of innovation.